Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 417: When I left, the willow trees were swaying
In the 30th year of Hongtian, Yanyun and frost fell.

The year Zhao Wumian was born.

Whenever this happened, the Rong people would send a small force to bypass the Yagu Pass and raid the city. Although most of them were discovered and killed by the Yanyun Cavalry, Yanyun was too large and there would always be some that slipped through the net.

Fortunately, there are many national heroes in the martial arts world. Whenever this happens, there are people from the martial arts world wandering around the Yanyun border, killing Rong people... Of course, the King of Yan will also give corresponding rewards.

Bounty hunting is also a way for people in the underworld to make a living.

But these underworld affairs had nothing to do with a newly married couple.

They are not gangsters, nor do they want to be gangsters; they just want to live a simple and ordinary life.

In the early morning, it was snowing lightly in Yanyun.

In an ordinary village.

Abbot Dongwen, who had not yet become a monk, carried a medicine box on his back and walked out of a house under the grateful gaze of the patient's family. He stretched out his hand to catch a few snowflakes, looked at the sky, and exhaled a breath of white air.

He tightened the string of the medicine box, used the consultation fee he had just earned, went to the west of the town to buy two taels of roasted pork and some hot food, put them in his arms to warm them, and then walked out of the town.

The Dongwen couple had just moved in and were living on the outskirts of town.

There was a small river running through the town, and their house was built on a small hillside beside the river.

Although it is a bit deserted, you can sit in a recliner in the yard and watch the sun rise and the moon set, and the clouds rise and disperse. The scenery is quite nice and makes you feel cheerful.

By the stream outside the town, there was a wash basin and a washboard. The clothes in the basin were soaking in the water, but in the snow next to the basin, there were footprints and horse hoof prints.

The footprints lead all the way to the small courtyard on the hillside.

Dong Wen was stunned for a moment, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly staggered and climbed up the snow slope using almost all his hands and feet. When he arrived in front of the courtyard, he saw a handsome white horse tied under a tree in front of the door.

Seeing him so panicked, the horse tilted its head and hit its forehead against the tree trunk. The snow on the treetop immediately fell down and soaked Dongwen.

A crisp laughter came from the yard. Dong Wen looked sideways in a daze. A female knight in white was leaning on a recliner, gazing at the clear sky. Seeing this, she looked sideways with a bright smile.

His wife... a young woman in a plain dress was pouring tea for the heroine in white.

Dong Wenfa's shoulders were covered with white snow, but he didn't notice it. He just stared at the white-clothed woman warily and asked:

"Are you a gangster?"

The white-robed female warrior picked up the teacup and said slowly, "Yes, I came here to ask you some old stories."

"We don't know what old story it is. Your Excellency has found the wrong person."

The woman in the plain skirt held the tea tray in her arms, looking a little timid. She didn't dare to interrupt and just stood aside and listened quietly.

"Over the years, I have misidentified many people, and your family is no exception." The female warrior in white held a cup of hot tea, looked at the rising white steam, and smiled slightly.

"But I know that Madam Guan's husband's ancestors were from the Zhubei Alliance in the East China Sea."

Dong Wen's face darkened.

"who are you?"

"My surname is Xiao."

Dong Wen was moved. He exchanged a glance with the woman in the plain skirt before calming himself down.

"I heard that when the Crown Prince Xiao Lingyun of Chen was imprisoned in the capital by the Rong people, he gave birth to a daughter named Jiu'er..."

"It's me." Jiu'er sipped the tea, her pretty face hazy in the heat from the cup, her eyes absent-minded.

"Where is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

"He died ten years ago. I buried him in Qingcheng Mountain."

"How did he die?"

"He died like a scoundrel, not like the crown prince of Chen."

"Where's your mother?"

"She died of depression in Jiangnan a few years after my father. It was as if they had made an appointment."

Dongwen didn't know what to say. He just felt that Jiuer, as a princess of a fallen country, had a very miserable life, so he asked again softly.

"So you don't have any relatives around you?"

"Yes, I have encountered many unfortunate things in my life, and I can't do anything about it, but fortunately I found my sister in Jiangnan a few years ago... She is very beautiful and in good health."

Jiuer came back to his senses and talked about this matter in a very open-minded manner, just smiling.

Looking at her smiling face, who could have known that the poison had already entered her body and that she didn't have much time left?

Dongwen was a sentimental person and couldn't help being moved.

After all, he had no relatives left except his wife.

He asked softly, "What does Your Highness Jiu'er want to ask?"

"Where is Yi Handang?" Jiuer's tone was a little colder.

Yi Handang, the admiral of the East China Sea navy who led hundreds of thousands of East China Sea navy to defect to Chen State and drove out the leader of the Northern Alliance.

He is also known as 'General Yi' by many people.

"Your Highness wants revenge?" Dong Wen was stunned.

"He wanted to unify the world, so he turned against the court. I understand, but if it weren't for him, my parents wouldn't have been wandering around for twenty years without seeing each other again, and my sister and I wouldn't have been separated for nearly thirty years... Do you think I shouldn't seek justice?"

Jiuer glanced at Dongwen.

Dongwen didn't know who was right or wrong in this matter, nor did he know whether he should say anything, so he just remained silent.

The atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly became cold.

A woman in a plain skirt suddenly came over and brushed the snow off Dongwen's body. The snow melted a little, and Dongwen's clothes were also wet.

The woman in the plain skirt pinched the wet area and wanted to take off his outer clothes to change. Dong Wen held her wrist and said helplessly:

"We are talking about business now, no need to change clothes..."

The woman in the plain skirt blinked and said "Oh".

Dongwen smiled at Jiuer again.

"Your Highness, please forgive me for making fun of you. My wife caught a cold when she was young and didn't have time to see a doctor, so I'm a little... stupid, like a little girl."

Having said that, Dong Wen didn't want Jiu'er to look down on his wife, so he quickly added:
"But Your Highness, don't look at her like this. She is very good at calligraphy and painting... Draw a picture for Your Highness and let her see your level."

He said the last sentence softly to the woman in the plain skirt.

The woman in the plain skirt tilted her face, but she was always well-behaved. She walked in and came out holding the drawing board.

Jiu'er saw that Dongwen wanted to bring up the matter of Yi Handang, but he did not point it out. Instead, he picked up the Qingxu sword, came to the white horse under the tree, turned his back to the two of them, looked back, and struck a very cool posture like a gangster.

"If the painting is not good, I won't pay you."

Dong Wen secretly thought that Princess Jiu'er really had a good temper...but it was such a good person, but the world couldn't be any better to her.

After finishing the painting, Jiuer came closer to take a look.

"How is it?" Dong Wen asked proudly.

In his opinion, the few good qualities of his wife are things that should be publicized to the world.

"Lifelike." Jiu'er retracted his gaze, praised, and actually took out a purse from his arms and handed a silver ingot to the woman in plain skirt.

The woman in plain skirt held the silver ingot in both hands, her expression was dull but her eyes were shining.

The couple lived an honest life, they neither committed crimes nor had any martial arts skills. She sold paintings and he consulted doctors, but they had never seen such a large amount of money.

Jiu'er didn't care about this little thing and looked at Dongwen later.

"Still unwilling to tell me where Yi Handang is living in seclusion?"

Dong Wen's proud expression froze slightly.

Jiuer sighed softly,

"Since Yi Handang is fighting for the common people and the unification of the country, if he sincerely repents, I will neither kill him nor touch his family."

"I can promise... After all, I just want justice. He gave justice to everyone in the world, but he didn't give justice to our family of four."

After hearing this, Dong Wen told the truth about Yi Handang's whereabouts... He did know, after all, it was their family who helped arrange Yi Handang's seclusion.

If not for this, the wine would not have come.

Jiu'er nodded slightly, got on his horse, and was about to leave when the woman in the plain skirt came running over with silver in both hands, stood on tiptoes, handed over the silver, and whispered:

"My paintings are not worth so much money, and I can't make change."

?

Is this the time to care about this little money? You are so stupid...

Jiu'er shook her head and chuckled, "Keep it. When you get pregnant, you can buy more clothes for the baby."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiuer rode away on his horse, leaving a trail of footprints in the snow.

The Dongwen couple stood together, looking at Jiu'er who was gradually disappearing in the snow.

The woman in the plain skirt was still holding the scroll in her arms. When the wine was gone, she suddenly remembered, "She didn't take the painting. How can this be considered buying a painting?"

Dongwen came back to his senses. Although Jiuer didn't care about this small amount of money, their family was not the kind of people who would take advantage of others.

"Keep the money. Return it to her next time we meet."

"Yes..." The woman in plain skirt responded while holding the painting, then went back to the house and sealed up the painting and silver.

Dongwen sat in the yard, poured himself a cup of tea, and thought about Jiu'er and Yi Handang. But a moment later, a woman in a plain skirt suddenly rushed out of the house in a hurry, holding up her skirt and ran out of the yard.

"What's the matter?" Dong Wen stood up, turned to look at her back and shouted.

"I forgot my clothes by the river!" The woman in plain skirt shouted in response without looking back.

Dongwen sat down again and muttered to himself, "You're already an adult, why are you still so impatient?"

He took out the oil paper from his bosom and spread it out. The aroma of meat filled the air, and he put the roasting knife on the table.

He doesn't like drinking, but his wife likes it very much.

When the two got married, they also drank the one-cent-worth Shaodaozi as wedding wine.

Dong Wen wanted to save more money so that he wouldn't drink Shaodaozi anymore.

The woman in the plain skirt came back, holding the washboard and basin, crying loudly.

"Why are you crying?" Dongwen glanced at him sideways.

The woman in the plain skirt put down the basin, raised her hand and pointed, choking with sobs, saying: "I don't know which stray dog ​​is peeing in the basin!"

Dong Wen glanced sideways and saw that the fruit in the basin was yellow and smelled fishy.

"Just pour it out and wash it, why are you crying..."

"Because these are your clothes."

Dong Wen was stunned for a moment, then he silently stood up, picked up the basin, and poured out the urine. "I'll go wash it, you take a rest."

The woman in the plain skirt did not rest... She sat on a rock by the river and drew pictures of Dong Wen who was washing clothes.

Snow fell on her hair, shoulders, and drawing board.

Dong Wen rolled up his sleeves, squatted by the river, looked at her sideways, and asked with a smile: "No one will buy a painting of a poor doctor like me." "No, I don't sell it. I just look at it myself."

After that, the woman in the plain skirt smiled again and said sweetly, "My husband is so good to me!"

"Washing your clothes is considered good to you?"

"Then what does it mean?" the woman in plain skirt asked with her head tilted.

"At least, I have to earn more money, lots of it, and then spend it all on you." Dong Wen said carefully.

"How much money is considered a lot?"

"A few thousand taels."

"A few thousand taels." The woman in the plain skirt looked up at the sky and said hopefully, "It would be great if I could really get a few thousand taels!"

"Right?"

"Then I can buy you a lot of things. I can change your clothes every day, wear one and throw one away. You won't have to squat by the river to wash clothes anymore."

Dong Wen paused while washing clothes and looked sideways, "What about you?"

"Hmm?" The woman in the plain skirt snorted in confusion, "What's wrong with me?"

"Don't you want to buy yourself something?"

"What to buy?"

"You want it yourself."

"I want you to be happy."

After washing the clothes, the woman finished painting.

It is snowing in the painting. Dongwen is squatting by the river with his arms bare, rubbing clothes on a washboard. A woman in a plain skirt is standing behind Dongwen, bending her waist, putting her hands on his shoulders, and looking sideways at the "camera".

"Why did you draw yourself in the picture?" Dongwen looked at the drawing paper.

"I want to be by your side."

"Am I not right beside you?"

"In the painting, too."

Dong Wen had just moved to the town, but his medical skills were so great that he quickly became famous far and wide. Everyone knew that there was a young miracle doctor here.

Many people came to see him for medical treatment, and even some wealthy children from the neighboring city ran dozens of miles to see him.

Dongwen had more and more silver in his pocket. Whenever he came back from a medical consultation, he would not buy Shaodaozi, but the expensive Jiannanchun instead.

He knew that his wife must like to drink it.

Every time he came back, the woman in plain skirt would bring a small stool and sit at the door waiting for him. When she saw him coming back from afar, she would stand up and run towards him, lifting her skirt.

It snowed heavily overnight.

The snowstorm was particularly strong and the night was dark. Dong Wen, carrying a medicine box on his back, tightened his clothes, exhaled a breath of white air, and his face was red from the cold.

The wind and snow were so strong that visibility was extremely low, making it impossible to tell the direction. But how could Dongwen forget the way home?
You can walk back with your eyes closed.

But when he returned home, the woman in the plain skirt was no longer on the small bench in front of the yard, and there was no one in the house.

Dong Wen panicked and went out to look for him.

After searching all night until dawn, he finally found the woman in a plain dress huddled beside a rock to avoid the snow and wind on a hillside two miles away.

"Why are you here?" Dong Wen asked.

"It was snowing heavily last night..." The woman in the plain skirt took out the package under her body and took out a coat from it. "I was afraid you would be cold, so I wanted to send you some clothes, but, but I got lost..."

The woman in the plain skirt is stupid and can't tell east, west, or north from west.

Dong Wen asked softly, "Have you been hiding here last night?"

"Well, I was afraid you wouldn't be able to find me, so I didn't dare to move."

"Why don't you put on this dress to warm yourself up?"

"I thought that if you found me and gave you this dress, you wouldn't be cold anymore."

Dongwen remained silent and led the woman in the plain skirt home.

The woman in the plain skirt caught a cold and had to wrap herself in very thick clothes before going out.

But she had to go out.

As long as Dong Wen is at home, she must watch over him.

She sat on a small stool in front of the yard, wearing a coat, watching Dong Wen digging by the river, and asked curiously:
"What are you going to do?"

Dong Wen continued digging without looking back, and said, "You are from Jiangnan. Since you married me, you have been thousands of miles away from home. Do you miss home?"

“This is our home.”

Dong Wen raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, turned his head to look at her, not knowing what to say, and finally said:
"I want to plant willow trees around our house. What do you think?"

"Why plant willow trees? I don't miss the willow trees in Jiangnan."

Dongwen opened his arms, indicating the wide open space near the yard.

"Plant willow trees, so that even on a snowy day, you'll know you're home when you see the willow trees."

The woman in the plain skirt blinked and smiled, but did not answer. She just stood up, coughed a few times, and took out the scroll from the house.

He started to draw pictures on the cave where trees were planted.

Since Dong Wen became famous, she no longer needed to sell paintings to supplement the family income.

But she likes painting and has painted many pictures.

Every painting has its own meaning, and every painting has its own meaning.

They are just trivial matters between the two of them.

After finishing the painting, she wrote in delicate handwriting on the back of the scroll:
"Today, my husband planted willow trees for me to prevent me from getting lost... My husband is so kind to me!"

She was indeed stupid and couldn't remember many things, such as her own birthday.

Although she tried very hard to remember, she always forgot.

She only remembered after Dongwen reminded her every time.

So she must write down the reason for painting the picture and the scene at that time behind each painting.

Soon, the house was filled with her paintings.

There are also willow trees planted outside the yard.

Ta-da, ta-da————

The sound of horse hooves could be heard in the wind and snow.

Zhao Wumian rode his horse in the snow and saw a hint of green in the distance in the wind and snow.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the willow forest in the distance.

Guan Yunshu sat in front of him, holding a text message in his hand. He didn't care about the willow trees, but whispered:
"Mo Jingxue killed the vanguard general of Goguryeo. I also heard that you killed the Rong people Black Crow and went south to enter the pass. According to the intelligence, you should be in this area of ​​100 miles."

Zhao Wumian nodded slightly, mounted his horse and rode forward, quickly running out of the snow and into the willow forest.

The horses' hooves stepped lightly, slowing down their speed. The wind and snow blew away, and the willow trees on both sides turned green, gently swaying their branches towards the two of them.

Guan Yunshu then raised his eyes and looked around.

"I've been to this place before."

"Is this where you picked willow branches for me?"

"There aren't many willow trees in Yanyun. I found it interesting, so I picked one for you... Why did you come to this place?"

"Coincidence." Zhao Wumian rode out of the willow forest and looked up at the dilapidated courtyard on the hillside. He was silent for a few seconds and then said:
"Mo Jingxue is very skilled in martial arts. Shamantian and Wudamu may also be spying on us from the dark. Clean up the yard. You stay here for a while. I will come back to find you after I kill Mo Jingxue and Shamantian.

After all, Guan Yunshu is not Xiao Lengyue, and his martial arts skills are much worse.

Zhao Wumian wandered around inside and outside the pass, and now he was sure that Mo Jingxue was nearby. Shamantian's guess was probably right, so he could let Guan Yunshu wait for him in a safe place, so there was naturally no need to let her accompany him in danger.

The main thing is that I have agreed to come here to sweep the graves with Guan Yunshu with Dongwen, so it is convenient for us to do so now.

Guan Yunshu was slightly stunned, sighed lightly, and did not insist on following.

"It would be great if I could also communicate with the bridge between heaven and earth."

"I don't want you to break this love affair." Zhao Wumian dismounted, held the reins, stepped into the snow with his long boots, and led the horse to the yard.

Guan Yunshu sat on the horse and looked around. He had been in a hurry before and had not taken much time to look around, but now he looked carefully and found that the scenery was quite nice and made him feel cheerful.

But she quickly looked away, her tone not without worry, "Why don't you send a message to the Sword Sect and ask for some reinforcements?"

"The Sword Sect should continue to guard the Sword of Departure, but don't fall for the trick of luring the tiger away from the mountain."

"What if you don't come back?"

Zhao Wumian was walking in front, leading the horse. Hearing this, he turned around and looked at Guan Yunshu with a smile.

"There are so many willow trees here. No matter how strong the wind and snow are, I won't get lost."

Guan Yunshu smiled helplessly, "You know I'm not talking about getting lost...would you still get lost?"

"I can't tell east, west, south, north, or east from each other. I can only tell up, down, left, and right from each other."

"Really?"

"Never lie to you."

He led the horse to the front of the courtyard and watched Yunshu dismount.

She looked up at the dilapidated door and then at the sky.

It's noon.

She looked at Zhao Wumian, "Although it's not night yet... do you want to take a break?"

Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly and got on his horse again, "The sooner I go, the sooner I'll be back. Besides, I'm too lazy to clean up..."

Guan Yunshu raised her eyebrows slightly, "So you want to throw all the work on me."

Zhao Wumian turned around and smiled, "Yes."

"go to hell."

Zhao Wumian laughed heartily, squeezed the horse's belly lightly, and his figure gradually disappeared in the wind and snow.

Guan Yunshu looked at his back for a moment before pushing the door open. Dust flew in her face, so she fanned it with her small hands.

Glancing sideways, I saw a small stool behind the door. It was obviously placed like this so that one could easily pick it up when going out, just for convenience.

She looked around, picked up the small stool, walked a few steps, put it in front of the door, and sat down.

Look up.

No matter which direction Zhao Wumian came back from, he would be able to see him.

(End of this chapter)